Ah, what do I do over here,
Me straining with a tear,
Playing there with such a burden,
Sliding the curtain,
...
Look at this thing,
Mighty as a King,
Sharp and painful,
And it could be tearful,
...
This tiny Newt,
Beautiful and cute,
Swinging its tail,
Holding on a rail,
...
The Tiger,
Like a big threatener,
Fierce as it's bite,
Just be in the right,
...
A Magpie,
As we roll the die,
The magpie swoops,
Its wings go straight to the Roots,
...
Swooping claws,
Beak sharpening,
Wings flapping,
Black blue,
...
Everybody Loves Cake,
Which Is Needed To Bake,
Our Fingers Tempt To Dip,
But It Shall Eventually Rip,
...
A thing that flies,
In the heavenly skies,
Birds frown,
As no birds with engines were ever found,
...
Tall things go high in the air,
It never has been rare,
Mountains it is called,
As the tigers roared,
...
Where many live,
Always rainforest has been positive,
Rainforests are placed high,
It never asked why,
...
As a person shouts,
He said, 'Let us mount! ',
'We should gallop',
'And you shall not wallop',
...
As life goes on,
Death may be upon,
Words cannot describe,
And you shall not circumscribe,
...
Humans are moving softly,
And the turtles are biting calmly
The fish are looking for food,
Where nobody is rude,
...
Where people fear,
Death could be near,
Even in gear,
But fish are in joy,
...
I am Imran Basir. I am 11 years old. My favourite colour is black. I love making poems, stories and languages! I always dreamed of having my own country and made a language for it. I could not have lived without creativity, because of boredom.)
Burden Down Here
Ah, what do I do over here,
Me straining with a tear,
Playing there with such a burden,
Sliding the curtain,
Now trying hard,
Being a guard,
While the clock goes tick-tock,
Hitting hard with such a knock,
Ah, what do I do over here,
Listen, can you hear?
You Shall Not Die, You Will Continue To Be Tortured, Until I get My Revenge!
Some don't go, Some don't die!